Glasgow v Manchester

If anyone is thinking of punting in Glasgow I would say don't bother. I could only find sex workers on the internet. The photographs were nothing like the sex worker. The going rate seems to be £80 per half hour or £160 per hour. In London or Liverpool it would be £60 per half hour. In Manchester it seems to be £35.

I went to see two sex workers, both of them were supposed to be in the city centre but were quite far out. Both worked from their homes which were in blocks of flats. It involved quite a few text messages before I could locate them. I felt a bit vulnerable, fearing I might be robbed going up the stairs. More importantly, I would think that they would be vulnerable too. I don't suppose whoever it is who decided on policing policy for prostitution in Glasgow would have thought of that. A woman on her own in a flat with lots of money would be a target for criminals.

I first saw 'Jessica' in Royston Road. Looked nothing like the photo and she wasn't South American. She wanted £80. I didn't realize at the time that this is the going rate for Glasgow so I said I'd give her £60. She accepted. It worked out well though and I came on top of her. It was a warm humid day and we were both sweaty which I think added to the pleasure.

I also saw Aitana in Tollcross Road. I gave her £80. I was only with her a few minutes when the doorbell went. She stopped what she was doing with me and went to the door. She told the man to come back in 10 minutes. So I didn't get my half hour with her and I didn't come.

On the train yesterday from Glasgow I was meant to change at Wigan North for my train to Liverpool. I asked the ticket collector if I could buy a ticket that would enable me to stay on the train and get off at Manchester Piccadilly instead. I wanted to see a sex worker of two in Manchester. I can tell you all about what I did yesterday in Manchester in my next post. It was very good.

my other trips to Soho this year

In my last post I told you about my third trip to London this year. Nobody has asked me about my two previous trips. In March I made one day trip. First I went to the Chinese place in Wardour Street where the girl someone told me about works. The one who is supposed to be really pretty. Someone at reception said she wouldn't be there until Wednesday.

So I went to the Chinese place near Chinatown that I have been going to for years. I wanted to see the raunchy woman who I had seen before. She looked younger than I had remembered her. I think she would be in her 20s or 30s rather than the 30s or 40s that I had thought before. I told her that I would like to have oral sex without a condom and she agreed.

Then I went to Romilly Street and noticed that Sasha was there. Sasha is quite tall so I thought it would be good to be on top of her again. There was a large mirror on the wall and when I was on her I pointed it out. She smiled and then pointed up towards the ceiling. There was a mirror up there too. I hadn't noticed it before. I thought she seems to like watching men on top of her.

I went to Greens Court and saw that Yaya was there. I have seen Yaya in Soho before, and once had half an hour with her in a brothel in Croydon. Yaya is an older Thai woman who can be quite raunchy. After Yaya I went to see Lily in Greek Street. Lily remembers me because I have seen her lots of times. She gives her regulars special treatment.

My next trip in April was better. I went again to Wardour Street. It was a Tuesday. I was told the same thing, that she wouldn't be there until the next day. You would think I would have worked out that she doesn't work Mondays or Tuesdays. I went to Greens Court and saw that Poppy was working there. Poppy is one of my favourites so I went up. She remembered me, and asked how I'm getting on in Liverpool. It always amazes me that they can remember any of their clients: they must see so many of them. It had been six months or so since I had last seen her.

I tried to explain to her that I was moving out of Liverpool because I had found somewhere more rural and near the sea. Somewhere still in Merseyside though. I was sick of living in the Inner City with all the weirdos. I wasn't sure if it was going to happen so I didn't want to say too much about it. It has worked out though.

After seeing Poppy I thought I would try to see Eva in Berwick Street. She was there and seemed just as raunchy as ever. I think she is a nymphomaniac. She wanted me to stick my fingers into her. I did that and she said she wanted them deeper.

Lily was at Greek Street but I noticed Amy was too. I decided to chance going to see her. I saw Amy a few times years ago but then she refused to see me. Every time I tried to see her she turned me away. She had confused me with another man who was a time-waster. She had been absent from Soho for a long time, working in Luton. When she came back I tried again but was turned away.

So it was a surprise that she let me in. For some reason I suspected that Amy had grown fatter and embittered over the years, but in fact she looks lovely. She's a plump girl but she looks healthy and has quite a pretty face and bright eyes. She seems to be someone who enjoys life. People who say that prostitutes have dead eyes don't know what they are talking about. That is not my experience.

Amy is renowned for her oral skills but I thought it would be nice to be on top of her. I kept going until I had a powerful orgasm. I laughed and then she laughed. It was my only orgasm that day and I hadn't had one on my previous trip. I am now working out what sort of women are best for me. The ones who are beauties for some reason don't get me aroused enough. That doesn't mean that I won't see them again. The really raunchy ones are a lot of fun but that doesn't do it for me either. The women who work best for me are the ordinary women like Amy.

On my second trip I saw a beauty (Poppy), a really raunchy one (Eva), and a nice girl (Amy). Each offered something different and I had an orgasm with Amy. I spent £22 on each of them so it's not a lot of money when you think about it. Just recently I found a brothel in Rock Ferry near Liverpool. I got lucky because the woman I saw was just right for me. She was a plump Thai woman called Jenny. She had quite a pretty face but wasn't a beauty. We didn't do anything raunchy, I just got on top of her and shagged away till I came. She didn't get into it but didn't mind what I was doing to her. She seemed quite a nice person.

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more about Manchester's brothels

On Wednesday last week I returned to Manchester and saw Dana again. I declined to pay the extra £5 and was given the same room that I had had before. Dana was even more delightful than she had been before. I didn't have an orgasm with her though, so I thought I would try another one.

I went to the Piccadilly Club in Great Ancoats Street. This was a completely different experience from Cosmopolitan. I went up the stairs and there were four women standing in line. They were all wearing lingerie and at least one of them was naked from the waist up. I wasn't expecting this so it was quite a surprise. An older woman from behind a grille asked me who I would like to choose, giving me their names from left to right.

I chose Camille. She wasn't the youngest or prettiest, but there was something about her that I liked. I asked how much it costs and was told £35 for half an hour. Camille took me up the stairs to a small room. She looks like a perky housewife and I was surprised when she said she's from Brazil. There's a massage table and an ultraviolet lamp that made some items of clothing glow.

Camille knew how to talk really dirty. When I was wanking myself she asked if I wanted her to spit on my cock. That's a new one on me. I found it very exciting but even then I didn't manage to come.

£35 doesn't sound a lot of money to me and I wanted to find out if brothels in Liverpool are that cheap. I phoned the first one in the local newspaper and went there. I realised that it's a place I have been to before. Somewhere I had found out about on the internet. They have a nice web site. I didn't have sex there though because it was a bit pricey.

When the receptionist at 21 Temple Street reminded me of the price I was about to leave but she asked me how much money I had. I only had £40 on me but she said I could have a taster for that if I wanted. I was introduced to an attractive young woman called Sky who took me into a room. She massaged my back and when I turned over she was naked apart from her bikini bottoms. She had oil on her breasts.

She started wanking me. I said she reminded me of someone, a celebrity, but I couldn't think who. She said she gets compared to Britney Spears. I said she looked like a teenager, and she replied that she looks different when she's got her makeup on. It was much later, as I was walking down the street, that I realised she looks like Helen Skelton, the Blue Peter presenter.

An escort from Minxx Escorts told me last year that they have a brothel in London Road in Liverpool. So a few days ago I phoned them and asked them about it. I was told that what they do is tell you who is there, there might be three women there, then you look at their web site to see which one you fancy. There are photos of the women but the faces are obscured. You tell them which one you want, then you wait in the Costa in London Road and she comes to meet you there and takes you to the place. It costs £80 for half an hour so I decided not to do that.

Yesterday I went back to Manchester for the third time. I decided not to see Dana again because although she's beautiful she doesn't excite me enough. I decided to go to the Piccadilly Club again. There were the four women standing there as before. Camille was there but I chose another one called Priscilla. I asked the price for one hour, but ended up paying £40 for 40 minutes.

Priscilla is very attractive. Another Brazilian but blonde. I paid an extra £10 for oral sex without a condom. She was wonderful, very playful, smiling a lot. I tried shagging her as I had done with Camille, but we ended up with me wanking myself with my right hand with two fingers of my left hand in her pussy. I managed to come this time.

Although I had come, I decided to visit another brothel. I chose the next one on the list in the local newspaper. Passions, also in Great Ancoats Street. This was more the sort of brothel I was used to. Two women available. A young European and an older oriental woman. I chose Alex, who says she's Spanish. She's not especially sexy. She looks like a schoolgirl or a waitress. I paid £35 for half an hour.

For some reason, in the room it really worked for me. She's tall and I started shagging her. I managed to keep my erection so I kept going till I came. For the second time in a day. So last week I hadn't managed to come at all. But this week I came twice. For less than £100. Even if you take into account the train ticket from Liverpool to Manchester.